Just for a laugh, I thought I'd share the goings-on around here lately...

For the past couple of months, I've been battling a few extra pounds and this has made me feel kind of awful. In the meantime, I went off and got my hair cut at a new salon at the end of March, and let's just say it was a total disaster. Layers where I didn't want layers, and overly long bangs.

Frump city. Frustrated, frumpy and really kind of bummed out about it all.

Got the diet sort of in control. Just barely. Skin of the teeth describes it well.

Need a pedicure, need new clothes, need new summer sandals. Spied some fancy 'foot friendly' sandals on sale at 6pm dot com - Danskos. But, I don't like Danskos. Too clunky, too frumpy, too...something.

Remembered that I'd bought some Dansko sandals last summer at Nordstrom Rack ...pulled them out, put them on, because I needed to know what size I am in these shoes. Am I the only one who is a different size in umpteen different brands?

Unfortunately, the jeans I was wearing were a wee bit too long, so I rolled them up so I could see how these Dansko sandals (never worn) from last summer fit on my feet, before I considered ordering something from 6pm. Meanwhile, my hair is a complete disaster. It's hot ...

I throw my hair up into something of a topknot. Complete with a totally tacky red *velour* scrunchie. Yes, I said red. I said velour and I said scrunchie. So here's me - rolled up flared jeans, clunky and semi-ugly Dansko sandals, hair in a top-knot, secured with a dreaded Srunchie of all things.

Husband comes home...

Starts laughing at me. Says he never sees me like this, but thinks I look really cute. He's laughing so hard he has tears in his eyes. Gee...thanks.

Fast forward to today. I'm way, way overdue for a pedicure. I also need some summer clothes, and some decent summer shoes and sandals. I also need to get my butchered hair cut fixed.

Phone the most expensive hair salon in town, book appt. for tomorrow afternoon. On a roll, I feel like I should "do something" about by not-so-fabness today - so I take off to Nordstrom Rack, in search of shorts, sandals, and maybe I'll hit the nail place in the same strip mall where the Rack is. Buy a whole bunch of stuff at the Rack without trying on. Throw it all in the trunk. Casually meander past the nail place, see if it's busy.

It's not too busy.

I venture in.

Forget that I hadn't worn the 'right' shoes for a pedicure. But I'm so grateful to just get the toenails done that I don't care. Shove Ecco pumps into my purse - yes, I said I shoved my shoes into my purse. Get the treatment. Hot wax, fancy massage, sea-salt rub and all of that. Went for a coral colour.

But ack! I don't have the right shoes to walk out of there. So they put these stupid paper-thin foam thongs on my feet. I sit there for what seems like an eternity and then wandered out, my overly-long flared jeans rolled up almost to my knees and wearing a pair of powder pink foam thong sandals. I've only walked a few steps out of the place, and all of of a sudden, the most gorgeous looking guy walks up next to me, and he's laughing ...laughing almost as hard as my husband had laughed the night before.

I don't know why I bothered (maybe because he was laughing so much), but I did say, "I just didn't have the right shoes for this" to him as he walked past me. He said something about me looking "cute." My face turns red. Really red. Felt like I'd gotten a sunburn.

Thing is? As soon as he walked past me, the paper-thin pink thong thing on my left foot decided to come apart. My car's way on the other side of the parking lot.

Meanwhile, it occurs to me that there's a Payless shoe place just two doors down. I hobble on over...buy some thongs (I hate thong sandals)...waited impatiently at the cash..."Just get me out of here, I want to go home" ....

Buy the thong sandals, put them on, and end up smudging/totally ruining the polish on my left foot. Because of some ugly thong sandals ....arrgghh!!! But I had to get to my car somehow, right?

Race on home - it's late, and I don't have the fish thawing yet. Pull into the driveway...dog's wagging, walk into the house...

And my husband is *still* laughing at me.

I tried! I paid $13 for a pair of thongs that I will never wear again just to get me from the mall to my car. Came home with $250 worth of stuff from Nordstrom Rack that I didn't even try on. Have an appt. tomorrow at better hair salon ....

Really hoping that tomorrow isn't a disaster. I will get the polish fixed and return the things I bought from the Rack that didn't work out. I will pull myself, kicking and screaming (and more than a little embarrassed) out of this 'not-so-fab' funk that I've been in.

Wish me luck???